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By Virginie Despentes

ISBN-10: 1558618848

ISBN-13: 9781558618848

ISBN-10: 1558618910

ISBN-13: 9781558618916

"Virginie Despentes's Apocalypse Baby saved me up numerous nights in a row—in half simply because it is a awesome page-turner, and partially simply because i used to be fearful to determine how Despentes may maintain her narrative trip. Apocalypse Baby is greater than a compelling punk, queerish spin at the noir style. it's a choral functionality that tumbles its readers into the guts of violent spectacle, with all its attendant grief, unease, and unclarity."—Maggie Nelson, writer of The paintings of Cruelty and professor on the California Institute of the Arts

"Virginie Despentes's social feedback is blistering, yet her prose is laid-back. Apocalypse Baby is an addictive feminist mystery that reads like shameless gossip out of your smartest friend."—Johanna Fateman

Apocalypse Baby is a great, fast moving secret a few lacking adolescent woman touring via Paris and Barcelona. She is tailed via mismatched inner most investigators: the Hyena, half ruthless interrogator, half oversexed rock famous person, and Lucie, her simple and passive—almost to the purpose of invisible—sidekick. As their determined seek unfolds, they interrogate a suspicious solid of characters, and the darkish center of latest formative years tradition is exposed.

Cult writer and filmmaker Virginie Despentes has written many award-winning books, together with King Kong Theory, and Apocalypse Baby, which received the 2010 Prix Renaudot whilst it was once first released in France. She is the co-director of the reveal diversifications of her arguable novels Baise-Moi and Bye Bye Blondie.

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She’s taken off her jacket now, and slung it over her shoulder, revealing the Japanese-sailor-type tattoos that crawl all over her arms. She goes up to the biggest of them, by instinct; he has the face of a mischievous child on the body of a lumberjack. — 64 — “I work for a firm of private investigators. ” A small curly-headed youth with freckled cheeks, wearing a hoodie and wide trousers, sees fit to reply. ” “There wasn’t anything on the TV news, was there? ” The Hyena hasn’t sat down yet, she’s listening to them seriously and casting an amused look over them.

And then he’d recognized himself. His wife and daughter, the first gently, the second rudely, had pointed out to him that he’d been putting on weight these last few weeks. But seeing himself every day in the mirror, carried along on a wave of euphoria and creative energy, he hadn’t realized it. Until that evening, watching TV, he hadn’t taken in how much he’d changed. And then he had seen himself, flopping about, sweating like a pig, his red face reduced to a pair of obscenely joyous cheeks, and talking nonstop, nobody being able to curb his — 44 — logorrhoea.

Seen close up, she doesn’t look at all like the mythical person I’ve heard so much about. I wait, while conscientiously sipping my half-glass of beer, clench my teeth, and tell myself that even if this is a ridiculous attempt, it won’t kill me to have made the effort. “Shall we sit down over there? ” She goes ahead of me, confident and casual, her legs are long and slender in her tight-fitting white jeans, she’s fashionably slim, a body that tends to vanish and carries clothes well. I feel like I’m short and fat, my sweater is damp with nervous sweat, I realize my hands are shaking, and I suppose I’m lucky not to fall on my face as we go over there.